Redtail Rise buoyant

holding lilia like this put an end for now to the desperate anger in ancelin's heart; he transferred the peace at once to the sensation of her against him, her breath, the touch of her skull beneath his chin, the mesh of their vary-hued pelts together.
he remembered how he had touched her before, and wanted it again, if only to distract them both. but some more mature part of ancelin suggested very much that he should not, and so he was only quiet, fighting his grief, his wants, desiring only to be a sort of immovable rock or obstacle, one that would close around lilia until she felt safer.